[By the time morning arrives, Kratos has some understanding of the shape of the scars in his mana, if not any idea what to do about it. He has some healing artes, but as neither a half-elf or elf, he's never really studied the nature of mana in that fashion; and his own artes, in this instance, are throttled in their tracks by those scars.

[Botta, those few times Kratos pays him any mind, does not seem to have moved at all, though he's developing an impressive stack of correspondence.

[Not longer after Kratos feels the mana of sunlight striking the stone walls of Asgard, Raine stirs. Kratos turns his head just enough to see whether the stir heralds an awakening. The scratch of Botta's quill stops, and he looks up, and rises.]

Tea.

[Did you--? It's a query sent Yuan's way, a tad bemused, with an undercurrent of wondering whether Botta may actually be able to read minds in some fashion.]